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Midge Collins

"Suppose there can be benefits to radiation poisoning."

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by FizzGig

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A ragtag group of hoverbikers from a world decimated by radiation and disease. They have come to Wing City by a fortunate mishap, and now seek salvation on Terra.

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"When life gives you lemons..."


Name: Midge Collins

Age: 17

Gender: Female

*Warning* Do not underestimate. Subject is more than she appears.

So begins...

Midge Collins's Story

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A sudden, gentle gust of warm air was the only sign of Midge's impending approach and subsequent passage around Jack's hoverbike. Girl and machine were melded as one, her hands, clad in fingerless gloves, gripping the handles of the bike and effortlessly tweaking the speed, nudging herself just a little further and further ahead.

Midge was Jack's back-up, in case the idiot fell and really busted his brains. Who knew? Maybe the radiation would keep him alive. It certainly wasn't doing Midge any favors.

She leaned back, looking over her shoulder lazily before extending out an arm and twitching her finger towards her palm.

Message was clear enough.

You're holding me up.

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"Call me baby-cakes one more time an' the lifters won't be the only thing meltin'." Midge replied, with only the slightest hint of an accent pushing through. Her eyes found his, and though she knew she should be irritated, she couldn't help the small smile that pushed at the corners of her mouth.

She pulled back, allowing him to catch up before she turned to look at him. "Naria sent me to make shore you didn' fall off yer bike." She told him. There were other reasons she was out here, too, reasons Naria didn't know, but that much didn't need to be said.

"D'yeh need to pull over? I could fix the bike."

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"I can try." she replied, looking sideways at him through the shine of her aviator sunglasses. They reflected his image like a mirror. She lifted her hand, removing the glasses and slipping them into the neckline of her black, long-sleeved shirt, before beginning to guide the hoverbike towards a safe landing site.

"Prolly should have a look at yer head, too." she told him. "Right nasty thing you did to it. It's no wonder Naria's worried."

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"We talking about the bike or your skull? One I wouldn't mind putting a hurting on more than the other."

She abandoned her own bike, running a hand over the smooth exterior of Jack's ride. Externally, nothing looked wrong, but she knew that there had to be something about the internal mechanisms that wasn't working quite as it should. "You think it's coding?" she asked, swinging a long leg over and straddling his bike, before bringing up the hologram panel and leaning forward to peer at it through narrowed eyes.

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"Don't like broadcastin' talents." Midge replied in a grumble. "If thas what you call em. You pick up what you have to in order to make it."

She punched in a command, which opened up the control panel so she could run a diagnostic on the interior of the bike. It was like doing one of your sixty-point checks at an old-fashioned mechanics, except the computer went ahead and did it for you. She sat back as it ran, leaning her hands against the rear of the seat.

"Mighta knocked somethin' out of joint. By the way...don't tell Naria, a'right? I'd rather do a good thing every now an then rather than be asked to do something all the time just cuz I'm good at it."

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"Not sayin' I wouldn't use mah tal--ah! Found it." She isolated the damaged infrastructure with a few typed commands, expanding the damaged area on the panel screen by pinching her index and thumb, and then suddenly spreading them apart. She leaned close.

"Some of the circuitry was rewired..." she mused, climbing off of the bike and opening the exterior access hatch. She peeled off her gloves, and abruptly stuck her hand inside. One eye was on the monitor, and the heat signature of her skin began to show up on the panel as it drew closer to the damaged area.

"I'll use what ah can." she murmured, pushing her arm further. Her shoulders shook for a moment, and she grimaced, but on the panel, the redened areas suddenly became green, and she withdrew her hand with a sharp gasp.

"Not tha' hard," she murmured, looking a little pale as she cradled her hand against her stomach.

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Her pale cheeks flushed just a little. "No need teh thank me or anythin. Just doin..." She stiffened when he suddenly came forward, grasping her hand in his.

But her hand wouldn't feel normal. It had the rough consistency of jello, easy to pass through, without taking anything with him.

She quickly snatched her hand back, standing up and abruptly turning to go to her bike.

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She didn't pause to confirm. Reaching for her aviators, she slid them back on over her eyes, adjusting the sleeve of her shirt before swinging her leg over the hoverbike.

"You owe me." she reminded him pointedly, before revving the silent engine and leaning back to lift the machine into the air. No more questions. No more freebees for Jack.

Who knew if the man could keep a secret?

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She slipped into Gambit's, letting the door swing shut behind her as she shoved her hands into the pockets of her cargo jeans. Her eyes, hidden behind reflective aviator glasses, were slightly narrowed as she observed the other patrons. Nobody she knew. Good.

Her arms were covered in what looked like black body armor. The thin, vinyl-like material clung to her like a second skin, leaving only her hands free of it. She pursed her lips, walking over to the bar counter before leaning forward to observe the computer ordering system. Interesting.

She put in her order, tugged over a bar stool for her to sit on, and propped her hip up. Should be good. A quiet afternoon. She was looking forward to it.

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Midge lifted a brow, picking up her hand and hooking the nose of her sunglasses before pulling them off of her face. She set them on the bar counter, ran a hand over her face, and reached to stretch her arms high over her head.

She had an odd tattoo that covered parts of her face, reaching away down her cheeks and disappearing beneath the neckline of the shirt. It looked like an intentional marking, one that may or may not have gotten more complex beneath the black shirt.

But she wasn't about to show that off.

Flicking her tongue over her lower lip, she glanced sideways at Robert, before pulling her legs up and folding them beneath her.

"Why so serious?" she suddenly asked, leaning forward a little and peering more directly at the man who sat near her.

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She leaned back, looking more than just a little dubious. "Lost in thought." She repeated, shrugging and pulling back as her beer was brought to her.

"No particular reason. Just curious I guess. Do you come here often?" She picked up her mug, bringing it to her lips and taking a healthy swallow.

Mm. Didn't matter if she was underaged. Stuff was damn good.

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The streets of Wing City were blessedly dark. A few of the street-lamps had been blown out from some minor catastrophe, leaving long shadows and intimidating pockets of darkness as Midge strolled down the sidewalk. Having no need for sunglasses, the woman merely wore her long sleeved black crew-neck, jean overalls covering her from her chest to her ankles. Heavy black work-boots adorned her feet, and in spite of their size, she walked around silently, green eyes flashing occasionally as she swept her gaze up and down the street.

The strange markings on her face were less noticeable in the dark, but occasionally she would reach to run her fingertips over the strange patch of pea-green skin, the markings that ran from her cheek down her neck, disappearing beneath the collar of the shirt.

She knew she wasn't alone, but for the moment, her company was ignored as she became absorbed in her own thoughts.

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The streets of Wing City were blessedly dark. A few of the street-lamps had been blown out from some minor catastrophe, leaving long shadows and intimidating pockets of darkness as Midge strolled down the sidewalk. Having no need for sunglasses, the woman merely wore her long sleeved black crew-neck, jean overalls covering her from her chest to her ankles. Heavy black work-boots adorned her feet, and in spite of their size, she walked around silently, green eyes flashing occasionally as she swept her gaze up and down the street.

The strange markings on her face were less noticeable in the dark, but occasionally she would reach to run her fingertips over the strange patch of pea-green skin, the markings that ran from her cheek down her neck, disappearing beneath the collar of the shirt.

She knew she wasn't alone, but for the moment, her company was ignored as she became absorbed in her own thoughts.

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It was a few moments before she directed her mossy gaze towards Tazz. She paused in her steps, her arms falling down to her sides as her brow furrowed. Ah, Tazz. He was always one who was in the mood for conversation, and while Midge didn't always feel like talking...he was just one of those people that was hard to stay closed to. Midge was closed off to a lot of people. She helped where she could, and made a name for herself as a contributor of Gadget, but she didn't work to form relationships. She couldn't. Even now, too much was at stake.

"What's up Tazz?" she asked. She sounded tired, but not because of him. She was always tired. Turning her head away, she coughed into her hand, then returned her attention to him.

She tried for a smile.

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The smile faded away, and she turned to look away from him. "I guess. Not like there's much choice in the matter."

She rubbed her gloved hand on the top of her jeans before crossing her arms over her chest. In truth, she wasn't adjusting well at all. This place gave her the creeps, and what was worse, was that it made her feel awful that she was sick. What was the point of living at all when living meant wandering in a radiation-filled dump? No, being here made her want to stay living, to not be sick anymore.

It made her miserable.

It showed in her eyes too, the distant longing, the faint anguish that came every time she saw birds, or children, or even her friends. It made her so sick that she actually vomitted at times. The anxiety really tended to get to her.

"Why? Think I'm not fitting in?" Joking didn't make the ache any better.

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She picked up a hand, running in beneath her nose as she sniffed. The glove came away with a slight smear of blood. Making a face, Midge pinched her nose for a few seconds before dropping her hand and tilting her head back. She had her lips twisted into a half-frown.

"I don't think I've seen you look so miserable since Jack crashed your hoverbike." She didn't want to dwell on this sadness. She couldn't stand it. Her chest was so tight she felt like she wouldn't be able to breathe.

She took a shuddering breath, and turned to cough into her hand again, disappointed to find more blood. Trying to hide this fact, she rubbed her hand on her jeans again. "We'll...figure something out. We always do."

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"We'll make it." she said again, almost as if to convince herself. "And we don't need to make a change or cause ripples. I don't think any of us need that right now. Blending in is probably the best thing for us." She looked around, her arms shifting lower, more over her abdomen.

"Must be what it was like when the Survivors first saw their new Earth." she murmured. Those who had known a world of peace and prosperity, who lived through the war and the rounds of radiation, only to emerge to find their home a waste-land...

"We'll adapt." she said again, firmly. "Gadget wouldn't be what it is now if we couldn't do that."

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She hesitated, glancing sideways at him.

"I don't know. I'm not as brave as Member A."

Her lips pursed, and she glanced away. "But I do know Member B is really lucky to have someone like Member A looking after them, and if they knew what was good, they'd open their eyes to that." She took a breath, and let it out in a huff.

"Sounds like Member B needs a little rattling anyway, so Member A may as well go ahead with it, to whatever end."

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She walked with a kercheif clutched in her hand, having abandoned her gloves back at the small place she and the others had called home for the last couple weeks. It was blood-soaked, and not getting any drier. With the change in the weather, her cough had gotten worse, and even her tears had become blood-tinged over the last few weeks. It was a frightening concept, to be sure. She was just happy that there wasn't anyone around, close enough to watch her deteriorate.

In her other hand she had a small consule, a hand-held computer of sorts that allowed her to fiddle with code. She'd had a thought in her head, and was itching to write it down. No better time than now, when she wasn't too distracted and when the others were all off on their own doing their own thing. She hoped that Jack and Tora were successful. Gadget needed some good news for once.

Up ahead, she thought she caught sight of a familiar figure, but just as she took in a breath to call out, her lungs hitched, and she started coughing again, the rag pressed firmly to her mouth.

That figure raced toward her, a black ponytail bobbing from side to side behind him. He came right up to her, eyes filled with worry. "Midge," he breathed, pushing the plasma rifle to the side. The only thing that revealed that he was a man was his voice. A deep, but smooth voice that hoped to calm the redhead before him. One hand came to her shoulder, the other to lightly grab her wrist, "Midge. Hang in there."

She forced herself to swallow, grimacing at the taste, and tried to slow her breathing. Her lungs were sucking in air, those blood tinged tears gathering at the corners of her eyes as she slumped against his chest, thoroughly exhausted with the effort.

"I'm good," she wheezed. "The weather...the weather sucks."

Her shoulders shook with one last round of coughing before she fell silent, eyes drifting closed. "How...how are you?" she asked, her voice rough.

"Don't change the subject, please, Midge. You don't do that with me. You know you don't do that with me," He reached into his pocket, drawing out another white handkerchief. He brought it to the edge of her eyes, moving to wipe the tears. "You're getting worse."

If she had more energy, and had it been anyone else, she would have swatted his hand away.

But his words struck her to the core, and that self-same terror that she'd been fighting ever since coming to this goddamned planet rose to choke off her breath. "Yes." she managed, barely able to glance up to meet his eyes. "If this keeps up I won't be able to hide it from the others."

Them finding out...them worrying...that scared her worse than the prospect of dying.

"Then why should you hide it from them?"

For once, his gaze was stern. His eyes, normally fidgety, were focused right onto her. "Maybe they can help. Grennel, Min, and Naria. We've encountered so many sick in Gadget back home. We've been able to cure so many. We could cure you too, maybe."

"Maybe."

She did her best not to sound morbid. Instead, she went for the nonchalant route. She pulled back, or tried to, looking up at him through her lashes. "I've been bleeding for a long time, Ace. You know when the blood comes it's practically too late. We didn't save anyone once ..." Her voice hitched, shoulders tensing.

"If they can't, then they know. Then it's just a waiting game. I'm weak enough as it is without people knowing how weak I am."

Ace could only sigh. Anyone else would have been furious, but what could he do? Nothing at all. "I know. I'm sorry. But...maybe they could...delay it for a bit longer..."

How hopeless he sounded, voice failing at the end. "It's just...things are so different here. Maybe there's more to look up to."

She felt the burning behind her eyes, and turned to the side, rubbing her palm against the corner of her eye. It didn't stop one tear, and then another. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I even told you. I tried...tried telling myself that if I didn't get close to anyone, not really close, it'd make it so much easier when ..."

Her breath came a little quicker, and she reached for him, wrapping her arms tight around his waist and pressing her forehead to his chest.

"I'm so scared, Ace. I don't sleep. I'm terrified that I'm not going to wake up."

It was so strange for Ace to come in contact with another human being at all that, at first, he was stunned. Eventually, he let his hands curl around her, patting her shoulder. "It's better that you told me," he whispered. "It would be worse otherwise."

Ace was not much of a talker, nor did he provide much emotional support to other members, but right there, he and Midge were alone. "Calm down, or you'll start coughing again."

He was right. Of course he was right.

She hesitated, allowing herself a moment to collect herself, and gradually loosened her hold. She took the cloth from him and wiped at her eyes, her brow furrowing a tad when she saw the red smears on the fabric.

"Sorry." she mumbled. "Been a while since I've slept decently. I ... didn't mean to lose it like that."

She glanced up at him, forcing a slight, tired smile. "I'll...think on it, okay? About telling the others."

He was right. Had she been completely alone in all of this, it would have been much much worse.

He drew back shyly, one hand curling around the plasma rifle. He averted his eyes. "It...would be hard. But get rest. It just gets worse if you don't, right? Because your body uses too much energy," He was not entirely sure on the matter, but he was sure he heard that somewhere. "If you take care of yourself it shouldn't be that bad..."

Ace locked up again. It was so difficult to keep speaking. Even as close as they were.

She nodded tiredly, then seemed to remember the handheld she had strapped to her wrist. Glancing down at it, she idly tapped the console, typing in a few phrases that looked somewhat like jibberish. In reality, it was coding, stuff she'd been trying to get out of her head so she could think more clearly.

"Think Naria would be impressed?" she asked, showing him the complex scripts she'd detailed. "Been doing this to take my mind off other things."

Ace held out a hand to take the handheld, scrolling his dark eyes over it. "I...I can't understand a word. So you must be doing a...good job," He managed a chuckle. "What's it for?"

The smile masked a deep-rooted sadness. Within, he fought for control. If he tried significantly hard, he could hold that control for, at most, a minute. Right now, however, he was loosing the battle, and his speech patterns began to break once more.

"Codes." she said simply, looking at the screen. "Codes for the synthetic constructs of artificial organs..." Her brow furrowed slightly. She didn't look up at him. "Logistics of life expectancy." Her sentence faded at the end.

"I've been doing a lot of research."

The Runner nodded, taking one finger to point at it enthusiastically, "Ssso...you are working...on it."

She smiled, and it was a genuine one this time. She looked to Ace with a sort of fire behind her eyes. "I may be dying, Ace, but I'm not going down without a fight." She spoke, completely ignoring the interruption of his speech pattern. It didn't bother her at all. In fact, she hardly noticed it anymore.

"I'm just worried that Naria will be all too willing to turn me into a cyborg."

Ace shook his head, "No. Wouldn't l-let her." He stood up straight, figuratively putting his foot down. "Sh-she can't." Unless Midge wanted that for herself. If it meant saving her, then there wasn't anything he wouldn't have her do.

Suddenly, Ace's hand went up to his ear, facial features focusing on something invisible as he listened into the comm unit he had in his ear. He nodded, "Got it," before looking to Midge. "I have to go. Need to find Jack. He hit his head, but...but you know Jack, right?"

She cracked another grin, all evidence of her previous emotional outburst getting swept away in the tide. It was almost her own way of locking down, and it showed most in her eyes. They were stern, and guarded.

"Don't get into too much trouble, Ace...and thank you." She offered him a small, casual salute, her head tilting to one side as her eyes crinkled with her smile.

He gave her a secret smile, saluting back. "Always."

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She slipped into Gambits as quietly and as normally as any other patron might. There was no burst of magic, or any kind of flash of fabulous power, just a girl.

She ran a gloved hand over her arm, the tattoos a faint, forest green against her pale skin. They worked like gears and cogs, running up the length of both of her arms to connect behind her shoulders. More of the same tattoo network slipped up her neck, beneath her eyes.

Yet, in all of that, beneath the joined tattoo behind her neck was the Cadget cogs, a separate marking in itself, and one she wore proudly.

Strapped to her wrist was a miniature computer console, one that she was tinkering with distractedly as she made her way over to an empty table.

She happened to notice the hand of the girl who sat off on her own, a Gadget tattoo like hers.

Midge paused.

"S'cuse me," she said, pointing to the girl's arm. "Where'd you get that?"